LAST A/U!!!! I think...
Ok, frakcancer , I now have my numbers up. And you can continue with this (or start it earlier if you like) if you want. Or not. Whatever. But I'd already written this (was just struggling with the end for way too long and I'm still not happy - aaaahhhh) so I thought I'd post and let you decide.
Title: Caprican Times
Author: bsg_aussiegirl
Rated T
Not my characters/not making money
(200) word drabble
Giving a cursory knock, she waltzed into his office as if she owned it.
Granted, she did own it, but the door still had his title printed on it - Editor-in-Chief.
As Publisher, she should be given certain concessions, but the right to enter unannounced any time she liked wasn’t one of them.
Especially when she dressed the way she did. He didn’t need the distraction of her legs.
“We can’t print this.”
She threw the Sunday edition’s front page template across his desk.
“It’s already on the way to the presses.”
“He’ll sue. Who the frak was your source?” she asked, folding her arms across her chest.
More distraction, this time the way the buttons of her blouse strained.
“He’s reliable. I’ve known him for years.”
“Oh, great,” she said sarcastically. “Some seedy Tauron Ha’la’tha member.”
He rose, walked around and stood nose to nose with her.
“I’d believe the word of any Tauron over that Sagittaron sleazebag.”
“You’d better have your facts straight.”
“I do.”
Her breath was blowing on his chin. It should have annoyed him. It didn’t.
“Okay, Adama. Don’t let me down.”
“I won’t.”
That did annoy him. He was now completely loyal to Laura Roslin.